Audiences answered with routy approval and college angst, forming long lines out the door and longer lines to the bar. Crowds over the past few years have multiplied in size geometrically, creating a culture of TPA "groopies" groving to the sounds of Kravitz, The Black Crowes, and Creed.
Still, TPA's signature set includes over an hour-and-a-half of genuine Phish covers, ranging from the twenty minute 'You Enjoy Myself' to 'Chalkdust Torture' and 'Stash' (as seen on the mp3 below). With a large Phish following at Miami University, the band's backyard, a demand for quality Phish-sounds is provided at a premium.
Original founding member Ryan Thompson, TPA's lead guitarist, splits riffs similar to Trey Anastasio and guitar-playing-over-the-head antics of the aforementioned Hendrix. Chants of "Pete ... Pete," ramble through the crowd as Tin Pan's bassist Pete Psarras taunts onlookers with wicked bass grooves. Drummer Mark Schuessler throws down with the best rhythm men, playing on his hollowed Pearl set. Getting his sticks at the end of the evening has become a regular mainstay for the single ladies in the audience. Aaron O'Keefe (aka Bad Ass) shreds the piano in the same capacity as his death rock guitar on Van Halen covers. Michael Robertson, the youngin' of the bunch, neglects to show his youth by throwing down with the best of the bass men. And, Shane Simon takes on the lead vocals like a freight train, intermingling Chris Robinson, Gregg Allman and Dave Matthews while adding his own Cleveland flavor. With over twenty-five years of professional experience between the bunch, it is no wonder audiences have echoed chants of "one more song..." some four and five times at last call.
Having an entire set of originals and five hours of covers, TPA is poised for its Midwest tour of Collegetowns, U.S.A. A regular night for Tin Pan begins with Santana, Cream and Jimi ... traveling to the distant islands of Phish ... and ending in a barrage of rock staples and blues icons such as The Black Crowes and Allman Brothers. Mix in some local flavor and that funk, blues, rock taste in your mouth is the sweet essence of Tin Pan Alley.
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